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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.