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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.