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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.