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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.