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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.