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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.