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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.