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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.