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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.