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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.