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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.