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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Nas,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.