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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.