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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.