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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.