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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.