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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Index,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.