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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.