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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.