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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.