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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.