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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Tom Boy 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
CMW,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.