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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Technova,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.