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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.