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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Faust,
New Order,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.