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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.