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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.