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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.