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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.