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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.