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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Can,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.