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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.