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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.