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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.