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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Cure,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.