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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.