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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Whodini,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.