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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.