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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.