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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Wire,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.