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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.