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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.