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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.