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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.