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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.