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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.