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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.