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 Chile 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.