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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.