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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Move,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.