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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan 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?
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
AZ,
Wire,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.