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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.