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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.