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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.