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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
JFA,
Crime,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.