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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.