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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.