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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.