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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.