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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Swans,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.