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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.