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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.