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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.