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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.