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 United States 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.