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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.