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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.