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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.