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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.