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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Swans,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.