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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.