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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.