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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Wings,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.