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 Japan and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Das Ding 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.