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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.