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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Saints,
X-101,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.