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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.