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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.