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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.