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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.