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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.