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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the punk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.