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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.