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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.