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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.