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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.