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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
cv313,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.