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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.