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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.