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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.