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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.