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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
UT,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.