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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.