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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.