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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.