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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Smog,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.