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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.