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 Italy 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.