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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.