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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.