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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.