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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.