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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.