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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.