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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.