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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.