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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.