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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.