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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.