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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.