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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.