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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.