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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.