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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.