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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.