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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
PIL,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.