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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.