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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.