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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.