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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.