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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.