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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.