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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.