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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.