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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Gong,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.