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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.