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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.