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 Finland and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.