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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.