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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.