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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.