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 Nauru and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.