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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.