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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.