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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Monks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.