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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.