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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio 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 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.