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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Move,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.