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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.