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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.