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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.