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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.