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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Pole,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.