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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.