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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.