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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Pagans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.