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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.