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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Gong,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.