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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flag 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.