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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Smog,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.