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 Bulgaria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.