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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.