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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.