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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.