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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.