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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.