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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.