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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.