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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.