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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.