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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.