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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.