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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.