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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.