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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
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.