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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.