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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.