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 Brazil and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.