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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.