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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.