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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.