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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.