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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.