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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.