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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.