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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.