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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.