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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.