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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.