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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Names,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.