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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.