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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.