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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Faust,
X-102,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.