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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.