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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.