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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.