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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.