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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.