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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.