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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.