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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.