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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.