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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.