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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.