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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.