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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Gong,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.