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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.