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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.