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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.