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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.