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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Pole,
Japan,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.