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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.