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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.