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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
X-102,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.