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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.