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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.