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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.