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 Palau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.