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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Sparks,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.