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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.