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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.