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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.