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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.