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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.