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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.