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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.