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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Residents,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Brick,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.