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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.