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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.