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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.