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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.