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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.