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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.