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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
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.