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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.