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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Can,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.