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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.