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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Skriet,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.