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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Index,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
AZ,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.