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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.