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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.