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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
UT,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.