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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.