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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.