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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.