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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.