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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.