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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.