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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Nico,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.