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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.