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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.