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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.