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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.