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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Visage,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.