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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Index,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Chrome,
10cc,
Suicide,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.