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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Wings,
UT,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.