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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.