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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.