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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.