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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Faust,
New Order,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.