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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.