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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.