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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.