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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.