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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.