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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.