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 Oman and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.