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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.