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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.