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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.