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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.