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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.