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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.