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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.