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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.