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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.