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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.