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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.