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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.