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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.