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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.