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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Echospace,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.