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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.