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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.