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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Q65,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.