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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.