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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.