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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.