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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.