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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.