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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.