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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
UT,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.