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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Deakin,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.