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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.