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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.