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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.