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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.