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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.