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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.