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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.