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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.