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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.