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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.