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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.