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 India and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.