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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.