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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.