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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.