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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.