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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Model 500,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.