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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.