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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.