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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.