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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 New Order to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.