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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.