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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.