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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.