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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.