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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.