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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.