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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.