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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.