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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.