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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.