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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.