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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.