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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.