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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.