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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.