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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.