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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.