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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Japan,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.