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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.