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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.