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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.