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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.