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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.