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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 a-ha to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.