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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Slits to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.