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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Urselle,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.