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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Technova,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.