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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.