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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.