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 United States and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.