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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.