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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.