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 China 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Television,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.