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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.