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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.