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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Pole,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.