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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.