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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.