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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.