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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.