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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.