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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
cv313,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.