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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.