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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.