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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.