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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.