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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.