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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.