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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.