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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.