Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.