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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.