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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.