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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.