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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Wings,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
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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.