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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
MC5,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.