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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.