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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.