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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.