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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.