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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.