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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Moebius,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.