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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.