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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.