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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.