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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.