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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.