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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.