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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.