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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.