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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.