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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.