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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.