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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.