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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.