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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.