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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.