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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.