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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.