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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.