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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.