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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.