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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Index,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.