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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.