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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.