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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Pole,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.