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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.