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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.