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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.