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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Can,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.