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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Skriet,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.