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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.