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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.