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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.