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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.