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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.