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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.