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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.