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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.