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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.