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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.