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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.