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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.