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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.