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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Wire,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.