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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.