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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.