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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Wake,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.