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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.