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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.