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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.