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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.