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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.