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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
Suicide,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.