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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.