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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.