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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.