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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.