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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.