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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.