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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.