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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Evens,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.