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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.