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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Wings,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.