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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.