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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.