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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
The Index,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.