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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.