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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.