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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.