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 Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.