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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Litter,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Pole,
cv313,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.