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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.