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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.