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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.