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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.