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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.