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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.