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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.