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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.