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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.