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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.