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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.