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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.