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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.