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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.