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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.