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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.