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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.