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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.