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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.