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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.