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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Pole,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.