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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.