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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.