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 Australia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.