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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.