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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.