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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Standells,
Kayak,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.