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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.