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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.