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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.