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 Poland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Suicide,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.