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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.