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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.