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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.