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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.