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 Niger 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.