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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.