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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.