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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.