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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.