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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.