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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.