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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.