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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.