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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
the Human League,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.