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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.