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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.