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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.