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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.