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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Magma,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.