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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.