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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.