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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
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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.