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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.