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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.