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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.