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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.