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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.