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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.