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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.