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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Pole,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.