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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.