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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
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.