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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.