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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.