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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Names,
Josef K,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.