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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.