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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.