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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.