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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.