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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.