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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.