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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Organ,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.