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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.