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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.