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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.